Evelyn's POV
I shook my head, disbelief washing over me.
“So now it’s my fault?” I said quietly. “You’re blaming me for your cheating?”
“You destroyed my pride,” he shot back. “Every time we’re in bed, you’re like a doll—no passion, no reaction. Am I not enough to excite you? Have you ever thought about how that feels for me?”
He stepped closer, grabbing my shoulders, shaking me as if that would force understanding into me.
“Don’t touch me!” I shoved him away immediately, the disgust instant and absolute. “What, do you expect me to go find a few women and invite them into bed with us too, just to make you feel better?”
“At least when they’re with me, they actually want me,” he snapped. “They’re present. They enjoy it. That’s what I want. Why can’t you look at me like that? Why can’t
